My Middle School BFF (that’s Best Friend Forever, young ’uns—‘BFF’ was the Olden Days term before we had ‘bestie’) and I hung out almost every day for the three years we lived in walking distance of each other. Years later, we would each come out as both bisexual and on the asexual spectrum, but atContinueContinue reading “My Queerest Food: on growing up cluelessly queer, part 1”